hi scott,
are you a poet?i waited ten years to get a good close look at this
longspurs sure i been seing theme, but not to good always in high grass.but
keep looking payed off. not only i saw this tiny little birds real good,i
cupture the moment on film.i mybe have to wait onother ten years before
this happen again.
i will keep you poem which goes with photos.thank you for all you hard work
as our editor of
WOSNEWS which brings a new refreshing approach to our newsletter.
ruth

GODWIT at worldnet.att.net

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> From: S&C Richardson <salix at halcyon.com>
> To: tweeters at u.washington.edu
> Subject: Amateur poet bird i.d. quiz
> Date: Monday, October 13, 1997 10:01 PM
>
> Amateur poet bird i.d. quiz
>
> Montlake Fill, October 10
>
> A tan flock of ten
> erupts unpredictably
> uttering p-r-r-its.
>
> It rises, gathers,
> cirles thrice uncertainly,
> and twitches earthward
>
> to fall all as one
> and become invisible
> once more in tall grass.
>
> Step once and scan and
> step once more and scan again,
> incrementally.
>
> In thirteen minutes
> one seen, preening itself back
> into a grass blade.
>
> The next burst of flight
> seemingly under my feet.
> Tan again, dark tails.
>
> Similar routine:
> Flit flit flit, prit prit prit, trip
> in and disappear.
>
> Over my shoulder:
> "MIKE CHECK." Wha..?! Oh, Husky
> Soccer announcer
>
> sound system testing.
> "TEST." "...Everybody dance now!
> DUNT, DUNT, DUN DUN DUNT, DUNT, DUN
>
> DUN DUNT, DUNT, DUN DUN..."
>
> I know where they are
> and I scrutinize the spot.
> Nothing. I approach.
>
> Nothing. They fly again.
> a languid, apprehensive
> cheeep joins the rattle.
>
> After they vanish,
> I decide to let them be
> unidentified.
> --
> Scott